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Blogger Luke on week 4 of rehearsals, cold burgers, short hair, sore heads and Nutella...
Fifteen days
Right, so, Monday week 4. It makes me feel a bit sick (in a nervous way, not with disgust or anything) that an entire week has passed since my last blog. We now have 15 days (of significance, ahem) left until tour starts and we're let loose on an unsuspecting public. God help us all...
 Not that we won't be ready; the play is definitely starting to take shape - I'm just now starting to see some of the bits I'm not in and they look great. Some beautiful - and some brutal - stuff happening throughout rehearsal.
Speaking of brutality, I started sporting a new hairstyle over the weekend- don't worry, this is relevant- after smashing my head into the rehearsal room bench during Friday morning's fight rehearsal. And before I get Malcom (Ranson, our Fight Director) into trouble I hasten to add it was totally my fault; a few of us went for an 'extra-curricular bonding session' (read: beer) the night before and I think it clouded my depth perception a little...I split my head open just below the hairline and have had a nice egg-shaped lump there ever since. I always wanted to try out a fringe anyway.
 Oh, and if anyone asks: I did it on purpose...I was being 'method' to experience the pain of the character and all that. Apologies to Kate (our Company Manager) for the paperwork it induced.
Also on the injury list for the week were Steve (Helliwell, playing 'Vince' and 'Darren') and Mark (Theodore, playing 'Brookes'), who each trapped a nerve in their neck. Steve asked me to write that. He was feeling a bit sorry for himself, too.
This Saturday saw the lads who feature in Act Two - entitled 'On the Side of the Angels' - travel to a disused warehouse in Kennington to record the video sequences to be projected at the beginning and end of said act. This meant that George (Rainsford, who plays Jamie) became the final victim to fall to the Military Haircut. In a strange sort of way it suits him, though he looks about ten years old now - and has lost enough hair to knit a child's sweater. Which would probably fit him.
In other news, I got it wrong in my previous entry: the company meal is this week, on Thursday. Apparently, it's Italian. Or Tapas. Or maybe Italian Tapas...which is, presumably, mainly bite-size pizzas and miniature lasagnes. On toothpicks. With Nutella.
I didn't know Nutella was Italian, I just looked it up. Not that toothpicks are Italian, or Spanish for that matter, they just feature in Tapas. Also, it might interest you to know that the word 'Tapas' is a pluralisation of the singular 'Tapa' and - contrary to popular understanding - literally means 'lid'. Though it probably won't.
Right, back to the grindstone; the 'Burgerman' section of Act One is fast approaching in the rehearsal room- the section that requires Danny (Dalton, playing 'Tony' and 'Sean') to eat over 40 cold Rustlers microwaveable burgers on tour. Oh the glamour.
Until next time...
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